Silhouettes Part Three

~Day Twenty-Nine Post~


“Are you okay?” He asked with worried eyes. “You seem a little out of it.”

“I’m fine,” I reply. “There’s just something in my eye.” It’s just- it just makes me emotional to see my family like this. I thought. When we were together and happy.

“I understand,” he says. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll continue to our next destination in your history.”

“I’m ready,” I say. I don’t think I can watch my cohesive family any longer without breaking out in happy tears. I definitely do not want my time-travelling partner to see that. I don’t want him to know how vulnerable and emotional I really am. I don’t want anyone to know that. “Let’s go.”

He nodded. I didn’t really understand time-travelling and how it works. I close my eyes and wait for the ride to start.


After a few seconds, we are no longer at the time of my birth. Why is he bringing me to these events in my life?

“You can open your eyes now,” he announced softly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a mirror. A reflection of the younger me. She had a timid smile on her face. “My fourteenth birthday,” I state. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Today is, correct, the night of your fourteenth birthday,” he confirms. “Do you know who you are?”

“An eighteen-year-old time traveling trainee?” I ask, perplexed with his question.

“Incorrect,” he denies. “Do you know why this night was so important?”

“It was the night when I turned fourteen?” I ask. But I was born in the afternoon, not at night. 

“Incorrect,” he denies again. “You were born in the afternoon, remember?” He pauses. “This night-”

“Mom! There is a strange boy and girl in my room!”

My eyes widened. My fourteen-year-old self was standing right behind me. I turned around and came face to face with her. We stared at each other in shock. A hand grabbed mine.


We were back in our correct time period and where we began this time-travelling trip: the science lab.

“Why did you do that?!” I yelled. “You changed history! This is going to create paradoxes that could tear the fabric of spacetime apart!” My memories were rearranging themselves. I had forgotten about the cake. I had forgotten everything that happened on my fourteenth birthday. Except for the fact that on that day, I invented time-travelling in my middle school science lab. I remember sneaking in and messing around with the chemicals and tools. I became famous after that. Nothing was normal or right after that. I remember being blinded by fame and money. Then I realized why he did that. I realized why he revealed us to my past self. It all goes back to my silhouette, along with everyone else’s’.

He did it to make me realize how much more selfish, stupid, and flawed we humans have grown.


~By Lisa Ha~

One Response

  1. Sharon Clarke at |

    I have often wished to time travel to the past so that I could take photos of my life. I didn’t end up with very many. Nice writing!


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